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Mitsumi was a boy. He was at least a boy on the inside. But on the outside, he looked like a young, beautiful, and fair skinned lady. Everything about him looked like a lady—his blue hair, the small freckles on his cheeks, his hands, thin legs, and even his blue eyes where the pupils were also blue—his entire exterior looked feminine.

Girls picked on him! They despised him on a cellular level! They all took joy on watching his sad, girly face cry! Right now he was in a classroom—surrounded by girls, and was dressed in girls' clothing by the girls—they all stood above him and laughed at him.

" Aww, look at the cute little girl!" One of the girls laughed down at Mitsumi.

"Where's your makeup, girl?" Another girl laughed at Mitsumi.

" Yeah, you'll never attract a man with that getup!"

A tear shed out of Mitsumi's eyes every time he heard a girl laugh at him! They didn't care. They were all sadists—the type of people whom took joke on torturing others even when they cried their eyes out.

There was one girl who was exceptionally cold towards Mitsumi. She was the queen of all the sadists, Haruko Kagome. Everything about her looked beautiful—her slim waist, the way her skin looked clean and shiny, hazel eyes, and her long purple hair in a ponytail, but on the inside she was nothing but a putrid witch who liked nothing more than watching poor Mitsumi cry.

" I see what's missing with you, girl," Haruko said in her sweet yet hypocritical voice. " What you're missing is some lipstick. And luckily for you, I just happen to have some on me. " Haruko took out a tube of lipstick, she twisted the top of the tube and a small point of lipstick came out. Haruko smeared Mitsumi's mouth with the lipstick and giggled while she did it. " There. Now you look like a real girl just like us."

Haruko, who was messing with Mitsumi and deceiving his little heart, she kissed him on his lips. Too Mitsumi, her kiss was by far the worst kiss he ever had. Every moment her tongue went into his mouth was sheer torture to him. And when Haruko stopped kissing him, she pushed him down. With the ropes wrapped around his arms, Mitsumi couldn't get up.

" W-wah," Mitsumi cried from his eyes. As she was crying, his tears dripped down his eyes and covered the ropes restraining him. " W-why?"

Every girl just laughed at Mitsumi's pain. Their voices sounded like a choir of laughing hyena's with the one purpose of torturing Mitsumi. And ever laugh he heard, he grew more and more hateful inside his heart.

" Girls, let's leave this poor girl alone," Haruko said with her deviant smile.

" Let's see if he can free himself from these ropes by himself."

" Aye, aye, Haruko," all the girls said together. They were all but mindless, obedient crones who followed everything Haruko told them to do diligently.

All the girls followed Haruko out of the door and let Mitsumi all alone. They all acted like nothing happened, and none of the girls cared that they destroyed Mitsumi's manhood and a little part of him died inside. He was crushed! He felt raped! And like every other day, he wished… he wish he could change who he was.

" Why me….?"

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Mitsumi always walked home late by himself. Every day he'd receive a love letter in his locker, and every day he would think there was someone who actually cared about him, but it was really just a rouse for the girls to trap him up and pick on him.

Mitsumi didn't know why he kept falling for the same trick every day. Maybe it was because he didn't know much about how other people behave? Maybe it was because he thought the girls would stop doing the same trick? But maybe…just maybe he thought there was someone who actually cared about him.

" Hey look, it's a cute girl," a man said to his friend as he passed by Mitsumi.

" Your right," the friend said. " She is cute."

" Hey!" Another girl shouted at a man that looked like her boyfriend. " Would you stop ogling her!"

" I can't help it," the boyfriend retorted. " She's just too beautiful."

" Why…" Mitsumi clenched his hands and bit his lower lip. " Why was I cursed to look like a girl. I am nothing…nothing like a real girl. So why…why do people always look at me like I'm one?"

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Mitsumi lived in an inn. Right now he was bathing in the onsen. Underneath the stars, inside a pool of water, Mitsumi could only be depressed looking at his own frail, feminine female body. Mitsumi even started to believe he was a girl until he reached down and touched his huge…well, I won't go into details. But there was no doubt about it, he was born a male—he was all male, and just having a cute and frail body didn't make him any different.

" If only, if only I was brave," Mitsumi moped while he splashed water over his skin. " Then I could do things to make me look more manly. Maybe I could get some piercings? Maybe I could get a haircut." Mitsumi reached his hands in through his hair and rubbed through his blue hair. " Or maybe I could just get my hair dyed. I don't know why my mother had blue hair. Poor old Ami Mizuno. I
wonder if I can become a doctor like her one day. At least my grades are higher than all those mean girls, but will it still be enough for me to become a doctor? She had an IQ of 300, and I only have an IQ of 250."

Mitsumi sighed and got out of the onsen. He quickly wrapped a towel around his frail body and wrapped another towel around his hair. After being teased as a girl for so long, Mitsumi grew accustomed to feminine traits. He knew well about fashion in makeup and fringes in clothes from being around them so much. He didn't like getting dirty and would shriek whenever he broke a nail. And didn't like people staring at him for long because it made him feel embarrassed. One of the cutest things about him was how his cheeks would blush like a woman whenever he was feeling embarrassed.

Mitsumi made his way towards the door. Only when he reached the door did he notice something peculiar lying on the doorstep. At first Mitsumi thought it was nothing more than a rug his guardian bought today. But as he got a closer look, he found it too be a wringed cat.

The cat's fur was blue like the color of the sea, had a shade of white on its forehead, and white tip on the tip of its tail, and it was breathing gratingly from its mouth. Mitsumi, who was a lover of animals and many other things short and cute, he jumped down and lifted the cat up.

" Don't worry about a thing, little kitty. I'll get you inside. I-I will take care of you. I swear to you like my life depends on it."